"Yes, mother," says Peter, rolling his eyes. He's not getting much from their surroundings, either, but he dutifully follows along close enough not to tug on Daniel's hand. He keeps his voice low, but even so it bounces off the stone walls along with the sounds of their footsteps, echoing off to who knows what listeners. "I take it the paperclips mean your power doesn't include the ability to find a way out of shitholes like this one."